Page 21 of Ignited By My Mate

“Fuck my mouth… mate,” I whisper.

“Dammit!”

The next thing I know, he’s flipped me onto my hands and knees, and he’s pounding into me.

“Naughty little mate,” he grits between his teeth.

He fucks me hard, and I brace myself against the mattress, meeting each of his thrusts.

Now I’m the one who’s close. With two more strokes, I fly over the edge, screaming his name as I come.

My arms collapse, and my face lands on a pillow as Harris continues to pound into me roughly.

“Little tease,” he snarls.

I turn my head. “I wasn’t teasing. I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Lark!” he growls, spilling deep inside of me a second later.

I pout over my shoulder at him, and he groans as he pulls out, collapsing on the bed next to me. I crawl closer, nudging his legs apart so I can fit between them.

“Lark,” he warns.

I grin up at him. “You said that you’d help me practice,” I remind him as I wrap my hand around his sticky cock.

“Fucking hell,” he curses as I stroke him.

I keep my eyes locked with his as I lean forward and wrap my lips around his tip. He tastes salty from our releases, and I moan as I take more of him into my mouth. He bumps the back of my throat, and I swallow.

“Lark, fucking hell, you’re good at that.”

Humming happily, I do it again, starting a slow rhythm. Stroke, suck, swallow. Over and over.

I soon get into my stride and pick up the pace. I squeeze his cock, twisting my hand around the part of him I can’t fit in my mouth. He swells on my tongue, and I know he’s close to coming again.

I work faster, wanting him to come in my mouth, and he curses as I moan around his cock. I look up, wanting to watch him as he comes, and as soon as my eyes lock with his golden gaze, he comes.

“Lark,” he moans as his salty release fills my mouth.

I swallow quickly, licking up every drop before smiling at him.

“Well, you don’t need any more practice,” he huffs as he drags me up his body.

I giggle. “So, you don’t want me to do that again?”

He groans. “Mate, you can do that any damn time that you want,” he says as he nudges my legs apart and thrusts into me.

His lips claim mine, and just like that, I’m lost in him.

We spend the rest of the morning tangled in each other.

Touching. Tasting. Whispering soft words to each other between long kisses. His hands memorize every inch of me like I might disappear, and I give him everything without a second thought.

But when the sun is high, and I finally sit on the edge of the bed, something inside me tightens as reality returns.

It creeps back in, pulling at the corners of this dream we’ve been wrapped in.

I glance over my shoulder, watching Harris stretch and yawn. He has no idea of the storm brewing inside me.

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